I have found that the two different NPR stations I can tune into have afforded me many distractions during this incredibly bad weather where I have been stuck…really stuck…inside for long stretches. I never remembered a winter this severe.
This morning I heard a wonderful interview with Maxine Kumin, the poet, who just died. She read many of her poems aloud. That led me to rediscover them online.
Some other examples;
The Met.opera today; Die Frau Ohne Schatten
The only Olympic skier from east Timor, where there is no snow.
The weird drink of Quebec City during carnival, called caribou. The Quebecois man-in-the-street couldn’t name the ingredients.
There is always napping, marathon phone calls, and tea and a good novel. And when really desperate, the treadmill. I have also started a new photo series; the icicle collection. (And, in desperation,I caught up on my my mending while watching the Scandinavian women cross-country ski for days on end.)